Not Just Another Love Poem

I could write a thousand words explaining,
But you wont understand.
For you see it is something that is felt,
Not written or spoken.

Maybe you know what I am thinking, maybe.
I cant make sense of it.
It is unspoken and always will be.
This is never going to reach your ears.

I wish I knew how you felt,
What you thought.
But I'm not going to ask,
Even though I always question anything and anyone.

We might just keep on talking,
Until its early morning.
And I will keep on thinking
About what you will never hear.